Cowboy Boots

And we drink and get older And some of us even try to get sober Now here's to the assholes and the last calls Well city kids, you get what you ask for And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me Sit around a table and use those ears as the centerpiece Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder why Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes make you feel alive Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit Memories to collage, paste to the glue that barely sticks Good Lord, they broke all my shields Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around here To be young again, I guess it's relative The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin I fantasize about a second win Grow a mustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR So here's to the nights, dancing with the band Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit And we hold onto these nights Trying to find out way home by the street light Over time we figure out this is me, right Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me Sit around a table and use those ears as the centerpiece Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR